Did the Whopper whop me?

Yesterday something happened to me that I never expected. For the first time in my life, I couldn’t finish a cheeseburger, or more specifically a Burger King Whopper. Only half of it could be consumed. The remainder half, well lets just say three little dogs were very happy half an hour later. I felt bad, my mom decided to surprise us with a free lunch (we had taken pops to the doctor for his physical– pop update coming soon). For some reason my appetite isn’t what it used to be. Time to hang up my foodie hat?

Shades of Nuremburg?

“What’s wrong with slavery?”
“If you are here without our permission, and we have given you two months to leave, and you’re still here, and we find that you’re still here after we we’ve given you the deadline to leave, then you become property of the State of Iowa, and we have a job for you. And we start using compelled labor, the people who are here illegally would therefore be owned by the state and become an asset of the state rather than a liability and we start inventing jobs for them to do.”

~ Jan Mickelson, a conservative Iowa radio host


You know, between this and stripping Americans of their citizenship, people like this have me wondering just how they are to be taken seriously. But indeed, they need to be because nonsense like this was actually implemented decades ago across the Atlantic in Central Europe. Forgive the touch to Godwin’s Law, but what this “conservative” is proposing is along the lines of the Nuremberg Laws by the Third Reich. This would involve expanding the power of the State, don’t kid yourself, that’s exactly what would happen. You would need a police state to effectively implement their mad plans.

Yes, I get it, their parents broke the law, they are technically “illegal aliens” or “illegal immigrants” or “undocumented immigrants” or whatever fucking term you want to use. They had “anchor babies,” but the US Constitution still holds supreme, these babies are Americans. Many of them have grown up and identified as Americans, as is their birthright! Are you going to tell me that an American, who just happened to be one of these babies decades ago, but has now served in our Armed Forces is now not an American? Bollocks on that.

Does our republic have a right to protect its borders? Sure, but please don’t act like none of you have your hands clean either. Get off your high horse if you think you are equally innocent. How many of you have continued patronized a restaurant that has employed these type of immigrants? How many of you have continued to shop at the stores that have had the lowest price in green goods? We’ve all taken advantage of the below-market priced labor. How many of you have purchased a newly-built home in the past 20 years? Now, they have children, who are Americans. Get over it. Birthright citizenship is very American (not to mention common in most of the Americas).

These individuals like this Mikelson character, proposing American versions of the Reich laws, are not who you think they are. They are incubators of a police state. When you think “illegal immigrants” you think Mexican, but news flash, they aren’t the majority of such types any longer. Here in Chicago, a good chunk are Polish or Eastern European. But here is the real dangerous part, once you remove birthright citizenship, then who is to say who is a “real American”? You think you are safe because you are say you are “white”? Don’t kid yourself, look at history. These so-called patriots are really hyper-statist wolves in masks. Strip a man of his citizenship, then his assets, once again look at history.

What if Sandra Bland died from a seizure and police negligence?

When I was very young, 10 or so, I was once again in the hospital (Lutheran General to be exact) for..well crap I forget now, what having so many surgeries in my life. Anyhow, I was in the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit (PICU) recovering and well the next day I would’ve been in a normal room. Across from me was another boy, I think he was 5 at the time. I remember he had epilepsy, his mom and mine talked to each other (both were of Hispanic origin I recall). Unfortunately, that night, the boy went into an epileptic seizure, the nurses did what they could, but the kid died within moments.

Now I will testify that I’m no expert on Epilepsy. But the fact is that people can die from seizures, not always, but it is within the realm of possibilities.‪ ‎Sandra Bland‬ was an epileptic, she stated so when she was first thrown to the ground by that cop, we all saw in that video. What I’m wondering, that I haven’t seen mentioned in the news, is if Sandra Bland had an epileptic seizure while in that jail cell? And due to negligence by the police, she died from that seizure (either hitting her head or what have you, akin to that boy in the PICU). Could it be possible, that the treatment she received initially by the police officer helped set things in motion? I don’t know, I would love someone who is more educated on Epilepsy to answer that. But what if Bland died from a seizure, the cops figured this out and had an “o shit” moment? Best to make it a suicide to cover up their negligence perhaps? We won’t know, and I will admit that at this point this is pure conjecture. But something, at least to me, isn’t adding up about all this.

This is one of those days


Christ, what a shitty day. And dammit I had a feeling something horrible was going to happen. You ever get that feeling, you know like “don’t do X, it is not going to go your way”? That’s a premonition, right? Your gut also telling you to just don’t go a certain route? Fuck, why did I get out of bed today? Who knows what’s next. Maybe I should just take it easy.

Thoughts before sleeping

Much of my life, the hour or so before I go to bed has always been an odd duck in my life. Normally, as the script we are all given called “life”, we’re supposed to be tired. And to be sure, eventually my body and brain do decide to shut down. There are evenings where such a thing does go into play before bed time. But that isn’t always the case. How about you?

Perhaps it is just me, and if it is, please just indulge me for a moment. But…and deep down inside, I’m hoping that I’m not alone here with this and am part of some nocturnal fellowship of folks who have a hard time going to bed. Much of my life insomnia was both my enemy and ally (especially when I had to work on a term paper in college). When I was younger, my childhood was spent many days (and weeks) in hospitals, unsettling of such abodes doesn’t portend to a healthy sleeping enviroment. Yet that can only be one act this theater of the nightly struggle of sleep! The rogues gallery included chocolate bars, music, video games, television, soda, late night take out from dodgy restaurants that had that one dish that was out of this world, and of course…coffee. No one to blame for many nights sauntering through the darkness and halls where light emitting from another residency faded in like a ghost through a window.

But I’m not young any longer, now at the age where even my high school friends have kids! Long past my college years, no homework no late night cramming. My stays in hospitals have shortened over the years as insurance companies have lengthened their excuses to not pay. My job doesn’t force me to work “after hours”, though to be honest, I wouldn’t mind. You, though dear reader, may find such a situation to which your struggle for sleep may be excused. But what if you have nothing? 

What if you aren’t staying up at night thinking of how you will pay the rent or the gas bill? Though such such thoughts have rented out space in my nocturnal mental state. Sometimes meditation helps, but sometimes, and this will sound crazy, the silence is the loudest thing out there. Silence does indeed have a noise, don’t kid yourself, it sure as hell does! Meditation be damned, it comes either comes in that slow growth, or BLAM! It just appears!

We learn to live with it, don’t we? Much like the other thoughts that come to visit us at night. The mind can be a real son of a bitch, a cruel house mate who instinctively knows who to bring over that would rattle you the most. You’ll find a moment of peace then all of a sudden something horrible pops into your mind and you’ll be like “what the fuck was that all about?!?”

Don’t get me started on that shit. And don’t judge me insane either, you’ve experienced it too, even if you won’t admit it. It comes…then you get disgusted or shocked, then as quickly as it comes it goes. You’re either on another thought or back with our dear friend silence.

Maybe this matters, maybe it doesn’t. But I’m physically disabled, which includes a twisted back that brings forth severe back/spinal pain. To many who suffer from such, it can keep one from sleeping. The pills help, but only up to a certain point. Eventually, somehow, it even succumbs to the body’s need for sleep.

Perhaps many of us our not citizens under the Sun, but indeed creatures of the night. There isn’t much distractions at night save for the television (and looking at you Playstation!). Of course being in front of a computer screen isn’t helping much either, is it? How many of you often find yourself shocked that you’ve been in front of the monitor until 2 AM, eh? It doesn’t have to be your Warcraft or Civilization game, heck, going through web site after web site can collect hours on the meter of time. My father, who will turn 90 this year, often finds himself up into the wee hours just watching Youtube! He too carries odd hours, but at his age he gets a pass.

Nights have seen me just stirring in bed, sometimes my legs just feel like moving. Sometimes it isn’t your legs but your brain cells and you get an epiphany or maybe two. Shit you couldn’t think of or figure out in the day light suddenly becomes clear to you while you’re nestled in bed. And that’s the problem, ain’t it? You either scrambled to find a pencil and paper or your tablet or whatever to write it down or you pray to God or the universe that you don’t forget it. You pick the latter, unless you have some damn good nerves making some damn good memory engrams in your brain, odds are you won’t remember 100% of what you wanted to remember. It becomes a no win situation.

This post has gotten way longer than I thought, holy fuck. My apologies. If you’re still reading this, I hope you do find some peace at night. But if you find yourself struggling to bargain with the Sandman to grant you that ticket to dream land, shit don’t worry you’re not alone here waiting in line. 

Night & Peace.

Snowpocalypse 2015

Well another year another snow dump

The above is a picture is a scene from the park by me. The snow reached reached well into a foot. Folks would come out and shovel, 10 minutes later it was like nothing was done. LOL, even the pros who came out to clean both the streets and the homes (for folks who pay up) started waiving their fists in the air. 

Below is a pic just as the snow was starting to really picking up!